Chapter Fifty-Six: The Darkness Before Dawn (4)

Mo Qinghan was taken into the operating room. He Zheyu sat outside the door, waiting the entire time without leaving for even a moment. When he saw Lin Mo coming out from the operating room, he immediately rushed over and asked, “Who does the child look like?”

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then realized that He Zheyu was asking about the child in Mo Qinghan’s womb. He replied slowly, “It’s only been a little over a month. How could you possibly tell?”

A sorrowful smile tugged at He Zheyu’s lips as he said, “It must look like its mother.” Then he instructed Lin Mo, “Don’t tell her about this. She’s lost all her family in a single day—she won’t be able to bear it.”

Lin Mo answered, “Alright.”

When He Zheyu saw Mo Qinghan being wheeled out of the operating room, she seemed to have grown much thinner in an instant. Her complexion had turned deathly pale, drained of all color. The pain in his heart twisted like a knife, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The nurse settled Mo Qinghan into a deluxe ward. He Zheyu sat by her bedside, tightly holding her hand, afraid that once she woke, she would simply leave.

Locked in her room, Zhao Qingwu pounded on the door every day, refusing food and water. Her voice had grown hoarse from shouting. Watching this, He Yurou felt a deep ache in her heart. She sat down on the floor, leaning her head against the door, and spoke in a gentle tone: “You just want to know how Mo Qinghan is doing, don’t you? If you eat, I’ll tell you what’s happened to her, alright?”

Inside the room, Zhao Qingwu said nothing. He Yurou continued, “I know you don’t want to speak to me. If you’re willing to eat, just knock three times on the door. I’ll wait for five minutes. Think carefully—no one else will tell you anything about Mo Qinghan.”

Just as He Yurou was about to stand up and leave, the door behind her sounded with three knocks.

He Yurou jumped up with joy and shouted upstairs, “Uncle Zhao, hurry and tell the kitchen to bring up some food—Qingwu has agreed to eat!”

A few people came out from the kitchen downstairs, carrying food upstairs. The door opened just enough to pass the dishes through.

Before long, Zhao Qingwu handed out empty plates. The door closed immediately after.

“I’ve eaten. Now you can tell me how Mo Qinghan is,” Zhao Qingwu said.

A bitter smile appeared on He Yurou’s face. “In your eyes, there’s only Mo Qinghan—never anyone else who loves you.”

Zhao Qingwu was silent for a long time.

Then He Yurou spoke again. “Sister Yiya used the media to spread photos of Mo Qinghan entering and leaving all sorts of high-end clubs, along with pictures of the benefactors who kept her. Now, Mo Qinghan is like a rat crossing the street, despised by everyone. Her family is destroyed; she’s lost everything and everyone.”

Zhao Qingwu asked, “So my sister didn’t take her life, just let her off so easily?”

He Yurou laughed softly. “How could she let her off easily? Sister Yiya said, ‘I want her to lose the will to live.’”

“What do you mean by that?” Zhao Qingwu demanded.

“Mo Qingyu is dead! Do you think Mo Qinghan has any reason left to go on living?”

Even through the closed door, Zhao Qingwu’s furious roar could be felt. “You’re all monsters. How could you be so cruel?”

He Yurou cried, “We became so heartless because you and my uncle forced us to. I liked you first, but that wretched Mo Qinghan used underhanded means to seduce you, so you abandoned me. Zhao Qingwu, you turned me into this.”